The past flickers with a sharp vivid intensity
Ripping open the curtains of obscure density
Without prompting…as clear as morning light
Sights of lunacy loom stirring a dreadful fright
Layered deeply in a transient molten mass
Emerging with a flash through darkened glass
The uninvited spectacle lasts for only a second
Yet an uncanny feeling lingers and absconds
Each shallow breath senses a ghost from long ago
Peripheral vision does not reveal as uneasiness grows
A cold chill swirls as a feather’s touch raises hairs
Staring bewilderedly…repeating a hastened prayer
9/6/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really nice write often wonder what triggers these recalls thanks Theresa 10 Chris x